Monday, 24 August 2015

#Monday Moments with #A Nightingale in Winter by Margaret K Johnson

Good Morning! It's time again for my #Monday Moments promotional slot.  

Today, I'm delighted to welcome Margaret K Johnson - for whom the day is a fantastic one because it's launch day for her historical novel #A Nightingale in Winter (Omnific Publishing) Margaret has brought along her book details and a tiny excerpt to share with us today. 

I'm sure it'll be an appealing novel for anyone who loves history, though especially for anyone who loves to read about World War I. 

It is 1916, and The Great War is raging throughout Europe. Eleanor Martin is traveling to France to serve as a volunteer nurse. She only wants to bury herself in her work on the Front and forget her traumatic past. But when her ship is torpedoed, Eleanor has to act quickly to save an American journalist’s life. As she cradles Dirk Loreson’s broken body in her arms, speaking to him to keep him conscious, the possibility of a whole different future begins to open up for her. 

Leo Cartwright, an ambitious artist, is also en route to the Front. A ruthless man who will stop at nothing to find inspiration for his paintings, Leo’s path is destined to cross with Eleanor’s. As she comes under his spell, will she find the strength to resist his demands? Will she trust her growing love for Dirk? 

A Nightingale in Winter is about courage and searing ambition at a time when the very foundations of the world have been shaken.

 Published by Omnific Publishing 24th August 2015


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Here's a tiny teaser from Chapter One ...

The men were almost upon them. Kit was fiddling with her clothes, straightening herself up, and Eleanor knew with a sudden awful certainty that she intended to talk to them.
“I say, they seem awfully attractive,” she added, confirming it,
and then the pair was there in front of them.
“Hello,” Kit said, smiling.
The men returned Kit’s smile and took off their hats. “Good day to you, ladies,” one of them — the blond one — said, and Eleanor looked up at him, the chord of memory growing stronger.
Come on, now, Eleanor, someone like him had said to her once. Come on. Suddenly, she felt faint. The limitless air around them didn’t seem to be able to furnish her with enough to breathe.
“Good afternoon,” the dark-haired man said, but Eleanor got to her feet, speaking over him.
“Excuse me,” she said, suddenly so desperate to escape that the feeling overwhelmed all other thoughts. She began to walk away, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the necessity to explain her behavior the very last thing on her mind at that moment.
“Eleanor!” she faintly heard Kit calling as she mingled with the safety of the crowd. “Eleanor, where are you going?”

Margaret K Johnson began writing after finishing at Art College to support her career as an artist. Writing quickly replaced painting as her major passion, and these days her canvasses lay neglected in her studio. She is the author of women’s fiction, stage plays and many original fiction readers in various genres for people learning to speak English. Margaret also teaches fiction writing and has an MA in Creative Writing (Scriptwriting) from the University of East Anglia. She lives in Norwich, UK with her partner and their bouncy son and dog.

You'll find Margaret at her

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Twitter: @margaretkaj

Thank you for sharing with us today, Margaret, and I hope your launch for #A Nightingale in Winter goes really well!


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